Facing the Storm

February 6, 2010
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My past is full of heartache and sorrow
Of broken hearts and promises unkept
Where sunny days one could never borrow
In dark, lonely corners of rooms I wept
A dark wasteland I hope to ne'er return
The fire I slowly built in agony
And in the flames did the past slowly burn
Until the present brought oh, sweet honey
A savior was sent to rescue my heart
Who showed me what living was all about
Always moving forward; a piece of art
Along with each choice we make, comes the route.
Facing the storm leads us back to our home
Put the past behind; move to the unknown

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